Smoke (Smoke DZA)
Ooh
We done it
We done— no, no, no
Smoke DZA, Smoke DZA
I swear to God this shit is like my superpower
Yeah
Still no one man should have all that sour
Uh
Yet I keep doin' this shit hour after hour
Kush God, bitch
Yeah, you know it's Smoke DZA friendly, the chronic seeds from Cincy
Yeah, we gon' smoke big pot 'til the turkey bags empty
Yeah, you know exactly what this is, don't offend me
Yeah, big nigga rollin' up in a Bentley
Yeah, it's the East Coast Snoop, you know my loop
Yeah, R&D through the invisible roof
Yeah, in my tenement hallway
Remember walkin' down Broadway, papi like—
Yeah, back to the block in an OJ
Swear to God shit had me hot all day
Yeah, fast forward, every tour date
Whores smokin' sorbet in Norway
Uh, I just cracked open some small plates
Gelato and Luigi, let 'em fornicate
Yeah, what I'm smokin', shit is strong enough to tranquilize a bear
Uh
You smell that loud in the air? That mean I'm there
You are now listening to the Berlin tape by the Kush God
It's 10/10 worldwide, really fucking cool
